A little bit north they are having white, fluffy snow.

I hate white fluffy snow.

Just not as much as the nasty, freezing drizzle that is going on here.

From the time winter sets in until the time it decides to head out my feet are cold, intermittently wet, and it makes me cranky.

Have 9 dollars in the bank, a box of cereal and some peanut butter in my pantry, and it's 50 degrees in my house.

As you can imagine it's super pleasant to be around me right now.

But, looking on the bright side, there is a song that idealizes baggy sweat pants filled up with big booty.

And part of the lyrics: " shorty was hot like a toaster."

I'ma try and be hot like a toaster until winter breaks, spring comes, and I move closer to the equator.

Later.